Possibly one of the best moments of my life.
In the Fromagerie in Paris, a temperature perfect marble chamber in the 9th, Anthony and I were transported to another dimension when offered taste samples of the Comté from 2006 and (only) €43.75 per kilo.
Also, from Cheese Dimension, was the “Table of Chevre”. It looked like a mini pool table covered in more varieties of chevre than I could count. Covering that, was a perspex dome. With one flick of a switch, the dome rose and the eau de chevre was set released into the room.
In heaven. It smelled like heaven.
I got some nice emails. Thanks buddies. I saw CIB this morning. So nice. Thank you thank you. And then I ate this:
Not the piece above, but a wedge of Comté cheese from Waitrose. Lactose intolerance be fucked. Until I am on the loo later crying thinking of Manara asking myself WHY?! And trust me it won’t be all happy like 2girls etc [if you can call puking and eating it again happy?]
Then I got a text message from my boss who obvs had nothing better to do at work after everyone had gone and I had turned the lights off but go through the reception desk computers email spam folder and check what was in there on her own. Why? I don’t know. Why did I eat so much cheese? It was obviously very necessary. Tomorrow I am going to have to explain about web spiders, 250 spam in a day is no big deal, that yes the receptionist is doing her job and everything is double checked by everyone. And sit there feeling ill.
I GTG. That cheese is gurgling round in a bath of tea with honey and soya milk.
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